Experience in itself wasn’t enough. The diary was my defense against waking up at the end of my life and realizing I’d missed it.

I don't write toward a genre, and I try not to make claim to a genre after a book is published. That said, The Guardians isn't poetry. It's prose.

If you think something's happened quickly, you're looking at only a part of it.

Experience in itself wasn’t enough. The diary was my defense against waking up at the end of my life and realizing I’d missed it.

Look at me, dancing my little dance for a few moments against the background of eternity.

Those who claim to write about something larger and more significant than the self sometimes fail to comprehend the dimensions of self.

My existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.